There is an eye, there was a slit. <br />Nights walk, and confer on him fear. <br />The strangler tree, the dancing mouse <br />confound his vision; then they loosen it. <br />Henry widens. How did Henry House <br />himself ever come here? <br /> <br />Nights run. Tes yeux bizarres me suivent <br />when loth at landfall soft I leave. <br />The soldiers, Coleridge Rilke Poe, <br />shout commands I never heard. <br />They march about, dying & absurd. <br />Toddlers are taking over. O <br /> <br />ver! Sabbath belling. Snoods converge <br />on a weary-daring man. <br />What now can be cleard up? from the Yard the visitors urge. <br />Belle thro' the graves in a blast of sun <br />to the kirk moves the youngest witch. <br />Watch.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-12-sabbath/
